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[skysteal]

open post for ffxiv rp shenans. wol/non-wol flexible, 5.4 compliant!

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[patisseruin]

[ she's.. really not cut out for this, is she?

it was in a fit of uncharacteristic impulsiveness that lucienne took on the request to clear out a recently unearthed temple in the heart of dry, dusty thanalan. well, maybe it wasn't so uncharacteristic. not anymore. all her life luci has tried to be.. good, to be calm, and rational, and obedient, a good daughter, because her familial experience sure is a whirlwind - someone has to be the level-headed one, right? every one of her siblings is a handful in one way or another, and she had never wanted to rock the boat any further. she had never wanted to cause trouble, or inconvenience her already busy parents, or risk speaking up and saying something stupid and feeling foolish about it after the fact.

but now.. lately..

lately she's begun to change, and she doesn't entirely know why, nor does she particularly like it. her temper feels like it's growing shorter by the day, things that once did not bother her now find their way under her skin. well.. maybe those things always did bother her. maybe she was just too much of a coward to give voice to it, or even acknowledge it to herself. regardless, something is changing, and that's a little scary. a few years ago she never would have accepted a job like this, she never would have thought that she could be capable of adventuring, no matter how it runs in her blood. just because her parents are, and her siblings seem to be eagerly following in their footsteps, doesn't mean she has it in her too, right? that isn't how it works. she's just the odd duck in her family, and she thought she had been content with that.

but clearly she isn't. now she's here, staring down the ruins of an ancient temple that looks completely unsafe, and she barely survived the trip to the doors unscathed, past the golems guarding the area without. what hope does she have of making it through the temple itself? lucienne stands stiffly, dressed for the occasion, both hands clutching her grimoire to her chest, while selene flutters about her head, tugging playfully at her dark hair, trying to distract her, loosen her up, but it isn't working. her heart is thumping in her throat while she waits. she's supposed to be waiting on someone, but.. what if they don't show?

maybe that would be for the best. ]

lmk if this works! non-wol favor for both of them probs

[firesinthesky]

[ Blaze is still a rogue at heart, no matter how many new tricks she’d picked up from her far eastern friends. Though her travels and training had kept her away from Limsa Lominsa for a number of years, she’d been pleased to find that not much had changed. There were a few new faces hanging around the Dutiful Sisters, but the ones that mattered were much the same, and it made her heart warm to be welcomed back with open arms.

Her stay in the city is meant to be a temporary one, but that doesn’t mean she can’t help her fellow rogues out with a job here and there. A shinobi must have a purpose, she’d been told, and she can think of none better than the purpose with which she began her journey.

There are still a fair few individuals out there willing to spit in the face of the Admiral’s ban on piracy, and one such ship had pilfered a set of far eastern treasures from a ship belonging to the East Aldenard Trading company of all things, bound to port from Kugane. Jacke figured Blaze’s newfound knowledge of the east might prove helpful, and so set her on the trail of the fellow who is supposed to meet with the black marketeer meant to sell the stolen items.

Even after years away, she knows the city like the back of her hand, trailing the pirate at a distance through the crowded market and down, down, away from the docks and into a dark and little traversed alley. Easy as anything, she thinks, but it quickly occurs to her that she’s not the only one on the man’s heels. She could kick herself for not noticing them in the crowd, but once they’ve broken away it’s easy enough to tell. Who else would come down this way?

Jacke would have told her if she was expecting back-up, right? So, either this man has a friend she’s not aware of, or she’s not the only one after the treasures. Ducking quickly into the ally’s deep shadows to conceal herself, she waits for this mystery person to approach. ]

[fearlessly]

[ alisaie hardly needs a reason to go on an expedition, especially after finally getting back into her own, real skin. existing as a force ghost on the first hadn't been too terrible, and mostly she had felt like herself, but that had mostly been due to the fact that she quickly became accustomed to what it feels like to be made entirely of aether. climbing back into her bones felt like taking off tight shoes after a long walk.

satisfying, and also kind of painful.

much as she wanted to dart off to work immediately, the toll that their bodies had taken while lying dormant was quite heavy. her muscles had begun to waste, her bones ached from head to toe, her stomach felt sick - it was a few days before she was even able to walk around the rising stones without feeling ready to hit the floor, and even longer still before she was ready for any sort of exertion. krile's efforts had been tireless, but it still took quite some time. it seems that leaving your body to rot unmoving for a few years was very unhealthy.

but she's finally been given a clean bill of health. well, mostly clean. she still tires more easily than she otherwise might, and by the end of any given day she is quite sore, but honestly, krile, alphinaud, and the chirurgeons are tiring of her constant complaining. there's no amount of healing now that could help, only time and effort will see her strength back as it was.

so when peony makes mention of a quick survey trip to castrum centri in southern mor dhona, alisaie is quick to leap upon it like a frenzied lioness on a fresh kill. it's not far to travel, after all, they'll return by the morning, so alphinaud can't complain too much. and they always have their linkpearls. and so she's up on chobi's back in a flash, his saddlebags packed with snacks and gysahl greens, her rapier on her hip, ready to ride before peony can so much as nod. ]

Come on then, you're slow as a slug!

[ she was ready like, five YEARS ago!! ]